Suddenly You (Our Exception Book 2)

Chapter 19

Oh my god. Matthew is sucking my dick. All the time. It’s like it’s his mission to be the best dick-sucker on planet Earth. And fuck, he’s accomplishing it.

My husband should win a prize.

“Oh my fuck!” I cry out, watching Matthew on his knees, his lips spread wide across my dick, swallowing me down with each bob of his head. When I said it was going to be the death of me, I meant it. My heart is racing, my body thrumming, I feel like I’ve run a mile and I haven’t moved an inch.

“Matthew—Matty!” I cry out, not sure what to call him.

Jesus? God? St. Helen?

Who the fuck is Helen?

My fingers tighten in his hair, and he grunts as I tug. I tug hard too, I hold on for dear life because my knees are giving out. I can’t fucking see straight.

I’m having a stroke of orgasm. A stroke-gasm.

“Nggggh!” I moan as I feel my entire body light up and burst into flames, my legs wobbling as I try to stay upright. I tremble and shake, losing my balance halfway through and toppling to the right, catching myself on the sofa and doubling over it.

Matthew is still on his knees, his eyes bright, his puffy mouth open slightly.

“You okay there?” he asks, smug as hell.

Well, of course I’m okay. I’m just dandy. I can’t feel my face or my legs. But I can feel my dick, thank you very much.

“I’m fine,” I wheeze, trying like hell to speak like a normal person, but apparently he sucked the words right out of my dickhole.

Matthew stands up, chuckling lightly. He tugs my sexy lingerie—the ones I put on to surprise him when he got home from work—back on over my ass and then swings me into his arms, carrying me like the prince he is to the sofa. He sits down and I flop on top of him, still trying to get my bearings. It’s not easy. Not when he sucks like a Hoover vac.

“Do you need water? A bath? Another blow job?”

I glower up at him as I try to right my cute little bralette that I donned as well. It went crooked sometime mid-suck. “Do not mention blow jobs again, or I might literally expire.”

He chuckles. That fucker came home from work and just kneeled right in front of me, not even asking permission.

Not that he needs to. I’m ready whenever he is.

He just ripped my panties right down my legs and inhaled me.

“And…and tomorrow is my first day at the school. I refuse to miss it because I’ve died.”

Matthew laughs a little louder, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him.

“I can’t believe you’re volunteering at my school. That’s something only parents do.”

“Yes, well, I would like to do something meaningful with my time, and I think this works well. They have me in the library.”

“You’ll love it. Betsy is real nice and she’ll take you under her wing.”

“I will love it. As long as I’m still alive.”

Matthew shakes his head. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Yes, well, I didn’t realize you’d be some kind of blow-job queen. My god.”

His smile turns to a smirk. “I am pretty good.”

“You are.”

I wiggle on his lap and note that his cock is hard beneath me. Of course it is. He’s horny all the time now. Kissing me, sucking me, letting me suck him. Last night, he slid a dildo in and out of me while he sucked my dick, and I swear I saw Jesus. Said hello and everything when I reached Heaven.

“But I think I’m better at it than you,” I add.

He arches an eyebrow at me, and I squirm off him, onto my knees. He spreads his thighs as my fingers curl under the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Let me show you.”

“Be my guest,” he says, cocky as hell.

And to be honest, it gets me going. Makes me horny as hell. He stretches his arms across the back of the couch, his biceps flexing, and watches as I pull him out. He’s hard and dripping, making me lick him clean. His eyelids flutter when he wets his lips, those lips that were only moments ago pulled tightly across my dick.

“So good,” he grunts when I take him into my mouth, sucking him down and bobbing my head, making sure to let him hear how he’s destroying me.

I feel the tremble move through his legs, and I slide my free hand around his balls, tugging lightly and making him groan.

I hum my appreciation for those delicious sounds and do it again, and again, causing him to thrust his hips up, forcing me to take more of him. I snake my hand around his balls and slide one finger through his crack, making him gasp when I press it against his hole.

It clenches against my fingertip, but I don’t insert it, just let it settle there, driving him wild. He likes the idea of it. Likes the idea of me pushing inside of him. I can’t wait to be able to get him on his hands and knees and eat his ass.

One day.

Soon.

I press against it harder, sucking faster. When he comes, he does so with a shout, holding my head down on his dick until he’s wrung dry.

When he’s finished, I look up at him. He’s panting, his cheeks rosy red, he looks like mine.

My Matthew.

“You cheated,” he says, and I let out a small laugh, crawling up onto his lap and kissing him softly.

“I use everything at my disposal. I, my love, am a winner.”

“Fuck,” he says and then shakes his head. “I should have known.”

“You should have.”

He pulls me in for another kiss and we stay wrapped in each other until it’s time to go to bed.

I wake up to the feel of something pressing against my hole, something thick and wet. I groan, clenching around it and opening myself up, letting it penetrate each ring of muscle until it’s pressed all the way inside of me.

I groan, feeling the hot breath of Matthew against my neck. He’s kissing his way to my ear and nibbling on the lobe, driving me insane as he pushes the dildo into me, inch by long inch.

“So good,” he says as he works it in and out of me. “So good.”

It is. So. Good.

I can’t wait until it’s him inside of me and not this. I can’t fucking wait. The way my heart will explode in happiness.

He moves it in and out of me, kissing my neck and jaw, my hips canting backward as I fuck myself on it. Needing to be filled. I need to be filled by him.

“Want you. Fuck me, Matthew,” I moan as he works that toy into me faster, harder.

I can hear his panting breaths on my skin and feel the way he wants me. His own dick is hard against my back. How easy it would be to replace that silicone cock with his own.

Oh my god, I wouldn’t survive it.

I’d just head straight on up.

“We have an hour before we need to go to work,” he whispers and then rolls me onto my stomach, kneeling between my spread legs and working that dildo into me. He likes to watch it, watch my hole take it.

It’s why he’s using such a big one, a thick dildo I bought as a personal bet, to see if I could take it. And I can. Matthew knows I can.

“So hot. Look at you,” he groans as he twists it inside of me, making me cry out, the sensation of being split wide open. “So slutty for it.”

“Yes, yes I am,” I groan and then start to rock my cock into the mattress, needing release. This is too much, a haze of sleepiness, trying to catch my breath.

He presses down against my back, kissing a trail up my spine as he holds the toy inside of me. I imagine it’s his big dick splitting me wide open. Oh god, I need it. I want it.

But of course, it doesn’t happen. Our love story is one for the ages, long and drawn out. Just like this, bringing me to the edge only to be pulled away, panting, whining, begging for release.

Matthew chuckles lowly as he starts to fuck me with it again, hard and rough this time, making me break out in a sweat.

“Matthew, please!” I cry out and that’s when I feel it, the sensation of cool air on me, a gaping hole with nothing in it.

And then warm flesh moving against it, his fingers pressing inside.

“Oh my fuck!” I cry out as he pushes two fingers inside of me, three, and then four. I’m writhing now, fucking back against his hand, trying to get friction on my dick while impaling myself on him. And when I finally do manage to come, I do it with his name on my lips, his fingers pressing on my prostate, making me see stars.

I flop to the bed, my stomach wet from my mess. His fingers are still inside of me, flexing, making my body tremor. And then I feel the pull of them slipping free. My hole is gaping, wide open, ready for more.

Matthew is watching it, staring. I know he is. He always does this, in awe of what I can take.

“Can I come inside you?” he asks roughly, and I let out a choked yes. Of course he can. He can do anything he wants to me.

A second later, I feel the tip of him press against my entrance and then his fist is knocking against my ass cheeks as he fucks his fist. Moments later, warm cum hits my crack and my hole, and then fingers are pushing his cum inside of me, marking me.

Making me his.

“Perfect,” he says as he falls to my side, pulling me up against him.

I relish in the feel of his cum sitting inside of me, right in my hole. I want more. I want him to fuck me all day, every day.

But he’s still not ready.

He’s getting there with each sexual exploration. Hopefully soon, he’ll be ready for more.

“I’m very nervous,” I say as I make my way through the high school campus, toward the library. Matthew is walking me, my arm linked through his. I was worried he wouldn’t want to be associated with me, but he was the one who pulled me into his side and pressed a kiss to the top of my head in the parking lot.

I figured if he was doing that here, then he’d be fine with my arm twined through his.

I glance down at my left hand and see the wedding band there. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that Matthew has left his on too. Ever since our outing to Sem and Magnus’s place, he’s left it firmly planted on his ring finger.

He’s making a silent statement, and I’m obsessed with it.

“Well, is this the first time you’ve ever had to work?” he asks, and I glower up at him.

“I’ll have you know my father made me work at his office when I was a teenager. I had to earn my money until I got my trust fund released to me at twenty. Then I was so burned out, I decided to take it easy.”

Matthew snorts and rolls his eyes.

“I was a very dedicated and hard worker.”

He just laughs harder.

I love that sound. Love that he’s happy now. And to be honest, he’s made me a lot happier as well. This isn’t just one sided. I didn’t realize just how lonely I was until he came into my life, how much I craved having a partner.

“Here we are. Tell Betsy I said hi,” he says and then shifts awkwardly in front of me. Our eyes meet, and he looks suddenly uncertain. But then his gaze shifts and something steels within him. He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, right near the corner of my mouth, and I feel the blush all the way to the tips of my ears.

The parking lot was one thing, but this is right in front of everyone.

“Yo! Mr. Morris, get a room!” a kid shouts, and Matthew turns around and glowers at them.

“At least I have some game! Unlike you!” he shouts back, and I gasp.

“You can’t talk to students like that.”

The kids laugh as Matthew turns back to me and shrugs. “I’ve said worse.”

“My god.”

“Don’t let these little shits walk all over you.”

I nod and then squeeze his hand. “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah, can’t wait to hear about your first day.”

“I can’t wait to tell you all about it. It will be the best day.”

Matthew snorts and then pats my head. “Yeah, love the positivity. Keep at it.”